The most delicate of leaves whistles in the wind. Its green skin slowly floating above the tiny branch onto which it's connected, it dances in the illumination of the fading sunset.

Life breathes through its veins; once only a mere concept has become an inception of life and beauty. The gentle music of the barely noticeable breeze makes the dance of dusk in a solitary second of timelessness.

The wings of a faerie could be heard in the midst of this immortal silence. The tolls of daily life fade into a momentary obscurity while the slow trail of glittering dust shimmers in the air.

A tiny rose petal shivers to the touch of my thumb, as in it I find my charm. Into the red oblivion is the tender heart of which I've grown most fond, teeming with the sparkle of a shining smile.

Into the wind it slips, freezing in place for a mere second in the growing horizon of the pristine, cloudless night. Serenade me with another piece, Nature.